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Ji Zuo lowered his head and looked at the bag in Wang Ping's hand.

Inside this bag, there are rolled up Spring Festival couplets, golden blessing characters, and various large or small fireworks.

Crowded and wrapped together, it seems that they have been packed and brought over for the whole Spring Festival. I don’t know where I bought such a large pile.

The most critical issue is not this package, but...

Ji Zuo lowered his head and raised his head repeatedly, and confirmed several times, but he couldn't believe it——Wang Ping, it's really here.

"...Brother Wang Ping." Ji Zou asked a little silly, "Is that you?"

"Aren't you awake, junior?" Wang Ping's eyes were as red as a rabbit, but he still smiled brightly, "Of course it's me!"

Wang Ping freed up a hand, patted his chest, and asked, "Can you find someone as handsome as me in the entertainment industry?"

Can't find it.

nice people like you.

I can't find a second one in the entertainment industry.

"Hey..." Wang Ping put the bag of things Sai Ji into his arms, "You take it first, I can't lift it anymore."

Ji Zuo quickly took the large bag in Wang Ping's hand, and weighed it, it was indeed a bit heavy.

Wang Ping heaved a sigh of relief when the heavy object was taken over, and shook his hand.

Only then did Ji Zuo realize that his eyes were bloodshot and he looked very tired.

"What time is it now..." Ji Zou said while looking back at the clock in the room.

At three o'clock in the morning, the clock just lit up.

"It's so late?!" Ji Zuo frowned, "Why do you..."

"Because flying in the night sky is an interesting thing!" Wang Ping laughed.

With such an understatement, Wang Ping hooked all the bumps along the way.

In fact, to be more specific, tonight was really not easy. During the flight, Wang Ping was recognized. Everyone was so excited that they didn't sleep at night, and they came to him one after another to ask for his autograph.

Wang Ping wanted to catch up on his sleep, but he was soft on signing and signing, and he was still signing wildly before getting off the plane.

After getting off the car, I finally took my luggage and went out, but I don't know if it was too late or what happened. There were not many taxis waiting outside, and I almost couldn't even get a taxi.

It was snowing halfway, and the traffic was very slow.

But if the car hadn't been driving so slowly, Wang Ping might not have had the chance to see the umbrella shed selling fireworks.

That being said, the process is a bit rough but worth it.

When Wang Ping saw Ji Zou, he also gave him his things. When the warm air in the room rushed, he began to feel sleepy.

Wang Ping yawned, stretched out his hand to rub his red eyes, and clasped his fists at Ji Zou: "Bye Ji Zou, I'll sleep first as a respect!"

After saying this, Wang Ping turned his head, took out the room card in his pocket, opened the door and walked in.

Ji Zou was left standing at the door of his room, holding Wang Ping's things in his hands, and Wang Ping's box standing upright at his feet - this man was really lost, if Ji Zou hadn't guarded him, his belongings would be gone today .

Ji Zuo was next to the suitcase at his feet, holding New Year's goods in his hands.

The corridor windows were wide open, and the cold wind kept blowing in, but Ji Zuo felt a rare warmth.

Ji Zuo stood for a while before turning back to his room and putting away his suitcase and New Year's goods.

A few minutes later, the mobile phone that Wang Ping threw beside the pillow turned on.

WeChat received a new message.

Junior: [Good night, see you tomorrow. 】

·

Wang Ping slept until ten o'clock the next morning, and only saw Ji Zuo's WeChat last night after being woken up by the alarm clock.

Wang Ping ignored him, went to the commissary to buy a broom and a dustpan, carried them to the door of Ji Zuo's room, and knocked on the door unceremoniously.

"Ji Zou, is Ji Zou awake yet?"

No one was dissatisfied by such disturbing behavior. Ji Zuo, who had been standing at the door waiting for Wang Ping, opened the door almost instantly and smiled at Wang Ping.

"I woke up a long time ago, reading a book..." Ji Zou looked at the broom and dustpan that greeted him outside the door, confused, "This is...?"

"This is a cleaning tool." Wang Ping put down the broom and dustpan, changed his hand, and brought Baidu Encyclopedia in front of Ji Zuo, "Look, the New Year's custom is to remove the old and welcome the new."

Wang Ping put away the phone, no matter whether Ji Zou objected or agreed, he stuffed the broom and dustpan into Ji Zou's hands.

"After twelve o'clock tonight, we can't clean anymore." Wang Ping plausibly said, "Hurry up, hurry up, get moving, and tidy up your room."

In fact... the dormitory building has a dedicated cleaning lady, as long as you put up a sign and go out, they will come to clean at regular intervals.

The cleaning aunt of Ji Zou's room came only two hours ago, and just cleaned the actor's room spotlessly.

Ji Zuo didn't say anything about it, he looked at the broom in his hand, his eyes slightly curved: "Okay, let's start right away."

"Cough." Wang Ping coughed softly, "Then what..."

Concerned about Ji Zou's face, Wang Ping hesitated for a moment, and chose to take the shameless route: "Do you think my room... should be cleaned by someone?"

"There are two people here." Wang Ping gestured, "But there is only one set of tools, so..."

It's really not that Wang Ping is shameless, the thing he dislikes the most in his life is cleaning, so he only bought a set of cleaning tools just now, and he has long thought about asking Keng Ji to clean it for him.

But...Wang Ping personally felt that he was going too far by using the actor as a sweeping robot.

"So I contracted the cleaning of Brother Wang Ping's room." Ji Zuo smiled, "Don't worry, it will be cleaned thoroughly."

Ji Zou picked up the broom, swept the floor from the window to the bathroom door, finally stopped the broom, turned around, and looked helplessly at the tail behind him.

"Brother Wang Ping, why are you following me?"

Wang Ping has been following him since he swept the first corner. Except that he doesn't need to wave the broom, it is no different from cleaning all the time.

In this case, it is better to clean up together.

"No." Wang Ping said stiffly, covering up his guilt of getting something for nothing, "I just walked around."

Ji Zou knew what he meant and didn't point it out. He just said, "Go to my room and have a look? I bought some snacks, eat some if you like, and I'll be fine soon."

"Oh, okay, then I'll go get some snacks."

Wang Ping walked into Ji Zou's room, disappeared for only 2 minutes, and Ji Zou saw a head popping out of the door of the room.

The head is round and round, which makes people want to rub their hands in the past.

Wang Ping stood by the door frame, looking at Ji Zou eagerly.

"What's wrong?" Ji Zuo dumped the trash into the trash can, and looked up at Wang Ping.

"Or should I follow you?" Wang Pingping said Ji Zuo, he walked out from behind the door with a small pillow in his arms, "I'm sitting alone... I'm so embarrassed."

Of course there are other reasons.

He spent a lot of effort to come back to see Ji go, and if he didn't follow him, wouldn't it be a loss?

"Okay..." Ji Zou inspected the room, "Brother Wang Ping, if you are free, help me tie up the garbage bags, okay?"

"Free, free!" Wang Ping quickly threw the pillow and potato chips on the table, ran to Ji Zuo, and squatted down to look at the trash can.

"Is it tied three times?" Wang Ping raised his head and asked Ji Zou with a smile, "I saw on Baidu that it was right to tie it three times."

Wang Ping, who was squatting on the ground, was wearing a soft white sweater. When he looked up to see Ji walking, his eyebrows and eyes were crooked with a smile.

The sunlight just hit the porch, so Wang Ping's eyes were just shrouded in light, and the curved eyebrows and eyes directly filled the light.

"Yeah." Ji Zuo squatted down, put his black sweater next to Wang Ping's, nodded, "Just tie it three times."

"I'll show you how to tie a knot at the master level!"

Wang Ping rolled up his sleeves and tied up the garbage bags.

It's just a matter of throwing garbage, and he created a little bit of artistic creation.

On the floor with only two people, he made it lively with seventeen or eight people.

Ji Zou quietly watched Wang Ping's eyes illuminated into light gold, and suddenly felt that time slowed down, softened, became, and will always be like this.

·

The two rooms are not big, Ji Zuo cleaned and Wang Ping tied up the garbage bags. In less than 10 minutes, the two completed the first item on the Spring Festival list.

Wang Ping came back after throwing out the trash, looked at the open doors on both sides, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Look!" Wang Ping went to pick up potato chips, and took a bite proudly, "This is my clean country."

Ji Zuo, who was the main contributor to this labor, nodded and boasted indiscriminately: "Brother Wang Ping cleans really well."

Wang Ping: "..."

The serious hero is poking here, and Wang Ping's shamelessness quickly converges.

"Cough, let's not talk about this." Wang Ping squeezed out a piece of potato chips and put them in front of Ji Zuo, "Do you want to eat them?"

Gag your mouth with food, and the friend won't have time to talk.

however.

The next moment, Wang Ping felt his fingers being licked by something soft.

Wang Ping suddenly turned his head to look at Ji Zou, but the latter had already raised his lips, biting the potato chips with a very crisp sound.

Chewing potato chips, Ji Zuo gave Wang Ping an innocent look, as if what happened just now was Wang Ping's illusion.

"What's wrong?" Ji Zuo swallowed the potato chips and asked.

"No...nothing!" Wang Ping pinched the bag of potato chips, "Well, enter the second item on the Spring Festival list! What about the things I bought yesterday?"

"here."

Ji Zou took out a large pile of red New Year's goods that Wang Ping bought yesterday from the cabinet. Wang Ping threw away the potato chips, squatted down with red ears to search, and finally pulled out two rolls of Spring Festival couplets.

Wang Ping unfolded the Spring Festival couplets, looked back and forth, and threw the couplets to Ji Zou.

"You tear off the adhesive, I'll stick it!"

"it is good."

Ji Zuo worked hard to remove the back glue for Wang Ping, and handed it to Wang Ping after flattening it. Wang Ping walked to the door holding the Spring Festival couplets, made gestures, and turned around and asked:

"Is it crooked?"

"No. Quite right."

Ji Zou saw that he had pasted it up, and then handed over the blessing.

Wang Ping looked at the blessing character that Ji Zuo handed over, and asked again: "Should the blessing character be pasted upside down?"

"Yep."

Wang Ping posted three Spring Festival couplets, and the redness of his ears gradually faded away, leaving only a little pink floating - this person has always been a single-threaded person, and he can't hold two things in his heart.

Posting the Spring Festival couplets, I forgot that the actor just... licked him just now.

Wang Ping forgot, but Ji Zuo didn't. Ji Zuo tore off the last horizontal sticker, and stared at Wang Ping's ears, which were only left with a thin layer of pink.

he looks like……

Knowing something, something really amazing.

Ji Zou remained calm, and handed over the last one: "Brother Wang Ping, criticize horizontally."

"Good."

Wang Ping took the horizontal batch and was just about to post it, when he suddenly realized something was wrong—the door of their dormitory building was designed somehow, and the ceiling was very high, at least two meters.

Wang Ping raised the horizontal batch, but he couldn't reach the top at all. He stretched out his hand again and lifted it up, but it was still a little short.

Just as Wang Ping was about to stand on tiptoe, he felt a warmth coming from behind him, and then he was pressed against a person's body.

Ji Zou pressed close to Wang Ping, and his voice sounded from above Wang Ping's ears.

"Brother Wang Ping, let me come."

When Ji Zuo was talking, there was a warm current rubbing against the top of his ears, maybe the wind was too warm, and it made Wang Ping's ears turn red for a while.

Then, Ji Zuo's raised finger touched Wang Ping's finger lightly, and Wang Ping withdrew his hand subconsciously. The red in his ears just now changed from light red to deep red.

Wang Ping fled away one step at a time, rubbed the horizontal batch in Ji Zou's hand, stood aside, his eyes squinted, and didn't dare to look at Ji Zou at all.

"You...don't get too close." Wang Ping rubbed his ear, trying to hide the fact that it was burning itself, "It will...it will be very hot."